Of course they are! Look at this thread!
I’m outta here, it’s a Yankee fest.
Act like y’all won the war.
Yeah, but do you really think the white trash living down the road really thinks it’s SUPERIOR to anything? In any REAL sense, I mean.
Not to insult white trash. I’ve known some very lovely white trash folks.
Where I grew up, the white trash folks seemed to feel like everyone looked down on them for being white, but somehow still poor.
Shame, or maybe embarrassment, seemed to be a pretty core fact of their social identity, as a group.
Or maybe I’m full of it, I don’t know.
Now, if we’re talking about middle-class Southerners, the same thing applies, except I think a good number of them are ashamed of other Southerners, instead of themselves.
Maybe?
Heck, I don’t know. It’s not like I try to put this stuff into words very often.
The real hardcore rednecks are proud of the fact that they’re not well-educated, etc. They take pride in the fact that they aren’t like “those people”. Racism is an inherent part of their personality.
Being a liberal atheist in Alabama is a lot of fun! 
By real hardcore redneck do you mean all republicans?
Real hardcore rednecks would be good Dixiecrats not those damn black Republicans of that fiend Abraham Lincoln. :mad:
Hell, the yankees started the war.
But don’t listen to me, unlike the OP, I’ve slept with plenty of leggy Alabama women. I did go to school in Auburn 
Well, they vote Republican (if they actually vote).
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I’ll see your liberal atheism and raise you gay. And I’m not sure where you grew up, but I can win an “I grew up in the ‘real’ Alabama” contest with anybody (i.e. you had to go down a bunch of country roads, on which mangy stray dogs were guaranteed and a lobotomized old woman with her dress over her head pissing was highly probable, to get to where I grew up. (Both the mangy dogs and the lobotomized exhibitionist were personally adored by me, both as a child and in retrospect.)
I’ve mentioned Dixiephrenia many times before: earlier today I was criticizing yet another benighted law as well as a $68 million Medicaid “oopsy daisy” here, yet I’m continually reminded we not only don’t have a monopoly on zealous and irrational bigotry but we don’t even do it “best” (which is to say worst). You can’t imagine how much ignorance and bigotry I have personally witnessed and been on the receiving end of, and the number of bigots and snarking mongoloids is by far my least favorite aspect of southern culture. I make no representations one way or another as to whether zealous bigotry is more or less prevalent here than it is elsewhere, but to paraphrase Ms. O’Connor I think prevalence plays less a role in our reputation for trash than for our ability to recognize it and call it what it is. The Skoal teeth stained guy with the rebel flag flying from the back of his Bondo preserved truck with the teeth brown from daily Skoal dippin’ and occasional meth smoking who blathers on about what the Ay-rabs and the niggers and the fags are doing to this country twixt games of 75¢ pool on a lopsided table is one form of bigoted ignorant snarking tough-talking trash, but I’d consign him to no lower a ring of the trash circles of Abaddon than I would Budget Cadet Player for dismissing an entire state as a shithole- a shithole by merit of its citizenry, a citizenry which includes me, which includes all of my family and most of my friends- none of whom even know his name, let alone have done him personal harm.
Picturesof the shithole in question, incidentally. (You can see two homes owned by immediate family members without having to scroll more than a few rows down.)
Rather than carry on into TLDR, which gets shorter all the time, I’ll just say that really and truly the longer I live the more I understand how Preston Brooks accumulated that cane collection. To paraphrase Chris Rock, I’m not saying it was right, but I understand.
Well said, Sampiro.
I read this post, wondering who was stealing Skald’s schtick, and, lo and behold, it’s actually you.
And are there any other kind of penguin?
This sort of thing is what makes your posts required reading.
If you’re going, do it soon. The summer heat when you’re in the belly of that beast is brutal. Trust me on this one.
Also, try hitting up Flori-Bama. We used to go there and everyone was pretty nice and I figure you may have better luck there (if you haven’t tried it already).
Gulf Shores can be kinda snobby. I lived in Robertsdale, Fairhope and Foley for many years. My son was born in Foley. Hell I’ve still got lots of family down there, and am even going back to Fairhope this weekend for a family reunion at the park on the bay. I do enjoy visint down there, but I don’t think I’d want to live there again. I prefer being back here at home in Dallas.
BTW, Daphne may be too far of a drive for you, but there are some pretty ok bars there with nice women to meet. At least that’s how it was in the late 90s.
Good luck.
Truism.
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Where I was found in my human infant form in the swamps of south Texas/Louisiana area (Karankawa Indians ROCK!), many people considered Dallas to be full of Yankee Texans.
I’ve since lived in LA and San Fran, Denver, Rio Grande valley, Iowa, OKC, Ill, Minn/St.Paul, Houston, and numerous other unknown places, and I have seen regionalistic prejudice everywhere. EVERYWHERE. To quote an old SNL commercial parody, “People are no damn good!”
I’m from Alabama and I think I see your problem. The word is “y’all.” It’s a contraction of the words “you” and “all.” The apostrophe goes where the letters are missing. In this case, the missing letters are o and u, so what’s left? “Y’all.” You have no business using the word anyway, yankee. Quit freaking out the locals. 
And when I say I’m from Alabama, I mean that I’m far, far from Alabama - the best place to be.
Haha crap you caught me! Didn’t even notice that…
And Flora-Bama was the source of the second of my two quotes. Although to give a positive story I met some girls from Pensacola who have been very accepting and kind to me. Only problem is they’re an hour away, also have a nice girl from Daphnie that I’m talking to, but again…hour away.
You’re not a Yankee, OP.
Just a Hoosier.
Almost as bad, granted, but still
There are Yankees and there are Damn Yankees. If you don’t know the difference it can’t be explained. Maybe the OP comes across as a Damn Yankee; if he does, he will never be welcomed with open arms.
The South is just like the rest of the USA; only more so.
Another nice thing about being from Kansas is people I know in the South don’t know exactly what I am (gosh, never heard that one before…). Kansas doesn’t really fit into any “Yankee” or “Southern” profile in their minds, so they basically just treat me as if I was from France.
Everything’s up to date in Kansas City!
To The South, The West ( midwest may be included in some people’s thoughts) is an odd mix. There are some Yankees that moved Out There, but The West is not full of Yankees. Kind of like Texas. To some, it’s South, but to Texans, it’s Texas.
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